Staring into nothing His touch was gentle, his hold was firm, and there was a fire burning in his eyes that she feared would consume her. Heartbeat, drumbeat, a thunderous tandem, a feast with no food, a full cup with no drink. She was ready, but there was nowhere to go. “Prend-moi, je suis à […]
14.07.2009 07:25
Departure Lounge Grantley Adams Her 7:45 flight is late, they just said. Arriving at 8:00, she thinks they said. She hates late flights. She rubs the back of her hand over her eyes and up her forehead trying to smooth out the crease she imagines is there. She’s sleepy. She looks down at her notebook […]